Turns out Kerry had one final trick up her sleeve. When I made it back to my room, I found Dave and Tony waiting for me. Tony snatched the key card out of my hand while Dave shoved my backpack into my arms. Then they slammed the door in my face.

            Well, shit. Did she want me to freeze to death? This was Chicago, in December! We weren't staying in a hotel with internal hallways and a lobby I could crash in. This was a cheap motel where each room exited onto an exterior walkway.

            What options did I have? I didn't want to use my trump card now. Regardless of my bravado before, I didn't want a Kerry with nothing to lose looking to beat the shit out of me at school. So, talking to Coach Anderson or Kerry's parents was out, except as a last resort.

            I would have to crash with some of the girls, but how? The 12 of them were split between 3 rooms. One held Kerry and her cronies, so that was out. Sam was in another room, so that would be too risky. I didn't want my cover blown at the finish line.

            That left just one option. I trudged back up the stairs and knocked on the door to the final room. Marcia opened the door.

            "Mouse? What are you doing here?"

            "Could I explain inside? It's freezing out here." I tried to keep things vague, just saying that Kerry and I had an argument and her boyfriend kicked me out. And that would have been enough if I only had to convince Alice, Marcia, and Tammy. But there were four girls in the room, and Lisa wasn't convinced.

            "No, nope, not happening."

            "C'mon, Lisa. What's the big deal? It's just Mouse."

            "That's exactly why I won't do it. You all treat him like he's an actual mouse, or a little kid, but he's not. I'm not going to spend the night with a boy who won't even explain what happened or why he can't just tell Coach."

            Shit. I didn't want to do this, but I don't think she's going to give up.

            "Alice, can I talk to you in private?"

            "Um, OK", she replied, then pulled me into the bathroom. Once she had closed the door, I took a deep breath and unzipped my costume until I could flip the headpiece back.

            "Na...?!"

            "Shhhh!"

            "Nate?" She exclaimed, but quieter this time. "You were Mouse this whole time? What's going on?"

            I told her the whole story, from Kerry's ultimatum on the first day of school to tonight's adventure.

            "Wow, I knew Kerry was a bitch, but that's just crazy. And you still don't want to turn her in?" I shook my head.

            "Right now, it's mutually assured destruction. I want it to be over more than I want to get back at her."

            "And you're OK keeping Sam in the dark? September was a long time ago."

            "Until she decides that she wants to talk to me, it's all I can do."

            "Well, personally, I think you should give it another shot. But for tonight, I'll get Lisa to let you stay."

            "Thanks, Alice", I said, feeling a huge weight lift off my shoulders. "I owe you one."

            "Nah, this is just a down payment for me. I'll let you know when we're even. Now, no offense, but you need to take a shower, so I'll leave."

            I guess she was still grateful for the times I rescued her from Brad in elementary. Although seeing her now, it was hard to remember the time when she was just a skinny little girl. She had grown another inch during basketball season, so I only reached her chin. You'd think three years of rapid growth would be enough, but evidently puberty wasn't quite done with her yet.

            She turned towards the door, but paused before opening it.

            "Hey, did you really enjoy it, in the beginning?"

            "Yeah. It wasn't the same as being with Sam, but I really do love big, strong girls. Though if I had to choose, I would rather be picked up than stepped on."

            "Huh", and then softly, like she was thinking out loud: "I wonder..."

            "If Tim feels the same way?" I finished. "Regarding the exact details? I don't know. Regarding big, strong girls in general? I dunno. But for one big, strong girl in particular? Yeah, I think he does."

            "I have no idea what you're talking about", Alice replied, but I could see a big grin on her face. Then she exited the room. As I got ready to wash the last bits of Kerry's influence down the drain, I could hear the girls coming to a decision.

            "Even if you trust him, I still think this is a bad idea."

            "Aw, c'mon Lisa. In all the years we've been friends, have I ever made a truly bad decision?"

            "Yes! All the time!" Alice just laughed, and after a moment, I heard Lisa sigh.

            "Fine! I give up. But if anything happens, I'm going to kill you, you big idiot."

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            When the team gathered the next morning, Kerry looked surprised to see me but quickly covered it with an annoyed expression. Alice and the girls stepped in front of me and glared back. Kerry simply rolled her eyes and looked away.

            The final day of the tournament was the hardest one yet. All the other teams were from big schools with thousands of students to recruit from. A few were even known as training schools for future basketball stars. But the girls didn't flinch.

            Each game was a close thing, but we made it through the round-of-16 and the round-of-8. Then, finally, we met our match. Knocked out in the semi-finals. But that wasn't quite the end.

            Before the finals, there was a loser's match to determine 3rd place. Instead of letting the loss discourage them, our team played as hard as ever. And it paid off, letting us end the season with a victory.

            Coach got so emotional, that you'd think we got the gold instead of bronze. She tearfully embraced each of the girls, then let them go to meet their families.

            Now, most of the girls didn't have relatives here, traveling across half the country with less than a week's notice was difficult for most families after all. Those girls gathered around me instead, which made me feel very appreciated. I even got a hug from Alice and Marcia.

            But I didn't see one person in particular. Where was Sam? I looked over at the small group of families from our school. I didn't see Sam's folks, but I did see Kerry shamelessly sharing spit with Dave. Next to them was Dave's friend Tony, who was embracing another girl... Sam?

            She looked up into his eyes and he leaned in. They kissed as I stared, stupefied. At some point, Kerry noticed me staring and gave me a smirk.

            I-I had won, right?

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            I should have seen this coming. Sam hadn't contacted me for months. Eventually, she would move on and reenter the dating scene. At that point, it would be less a matter of finding someone willing to date her, than of finding someone good enough for her. I knew all of this. I guess I still subconsciously expected her to come back to me someday. And as long as she was single, I could hold out hope.

            At least it hurt less than the actual break-up. I didn't break down in tears in front of everybody. And with another night and a several-hour bus ride before anyone would see my face, I had enough time to recover.

            When I finally walked into my house, I was dead tired. The last four days had been exhausting, emotionally and physically. I was ready to go straight to bed even though it wasn't even 7 p.m. I'll use this as an excuse for why I didn't notice that something about Hannah had changed since I last saw her.

            Thankfully, winter break had started, so I didn't have to go to school the next day. But I didn't get to sleep in too much, as it was still a weekday, meaning Hannah expected me to exercise.

            "Nate! Wake up! No vacations from fitness!" I opened my eyes to see my sister leaning against the door frame, already in her somehow-always-a-size-too-small workout clothes, a basketball in one arm.

            "I know you're probably sick of basketball right now, but I really need you to play a game with me."

            "Hmm? Isn't it too cold to play outside?"

            "Nah, it's pretty warm today, and it'll be even warmer by the time you've gotten dressed and had some breakfast."

            "OK, it's certainly more interesting than the treadmill. But why do you 'need' to play a game today?"

            "I've been waiting for a certain event before challenging you to a rematch, and it finally happened while you were at Nationals. I think you'll figure it out pretty quick, even if I don't tell you what it is."

            That confused me. My first thought was that basketball season had just ended, but that didn't make sense. I hadn't played this year, so she wasn't catching me at my skill peak or anything. Maybe something regarding her own skills? But that wouldn't be apparent until we started playing.

            I guess she could have grown again. It had been a couple of months since the last inch. But what was so special about this...

            No. No way. I jumped out of bed and walked over to stand in front of her. She straightened up as I approached. And there it was. I was looking my 9-year-old sister in the eyes. Hannah was as tall as me.

            Now, I had known for over a year that this would happen at some point. Yet somehow, I still wasn't prepared. I just stood there, stunned, my mouth open. Hannah's grin got wider the longer I stared.

            "Well, see you downstairs in a bit, Nate", she said, finally releasing me from my stupor.

            I took a moment to change out of my PJs and quell my erection. I needed to focus. Not so that I could win. The last time we played was basically a toss-up, and she was 4 inches taller and even stronger now. She had definitely continued practicing as well, whereas my own skills had atrophied.

            No, I needed to focus so I could play my best. Because Hannah would be unhappy with anything less. With all the time she's put into improving, and how much she's been looking forward to finally beating me, I don't want to give her any reason to be disappointed with her victory.

            Once I had eaten, Hannah and I headed outside. I grabbed my jacket on the way; warm for December just meant it wasn't coat and gloves weather. Hannah, on the other hand, seemed unaffected by the chilly air, wearing the same clothes she used in our climate-controlled basement.

            I wondered how she would open the game today; she always seemed to catch me by surprise right at the start.

            "Nate, heads up!" I looked up in time to catch the basketball Hannah had tossed to me.

            "Why're you giving me the ball? You always take the first shot."

            "Yeah", Hannah replied with a cheeky grin. "Do you remember why that is? The first time we played, back when I had just learned how to shoot, you said that I should take the ball first because it would be more fair that way. Well, today, I think it'll be more fair if you start."

            I almost denied that fact reflexively, but I stopped myself. She wasn't wrong. And if she got overconfident, I might be able to use that to my advantage.

            "Fair enough." I took the ball to the out-of-bounds line. Hannah came over to guard me. I should have known that having the advantage wouldn't stop her from playing seriously.

            I did manage to surprise her with a burst of speed right out of the gate, ducking under her outstretched arm. I'm not sure I could have thrown the ball hard enough to score from that far back anyway. Sadly, I still didn't put enough oomph into it, and the ball fell a few inches short of the basket.

            Hannah was kind enough not to laugh at me, but I could tell it took a lot of effort. That set the tone for the first half of the game. Hannah didn't exactly run circles around me, but it wasn't remotely close. 

            I only got off one more shot (managed to hit the rim at least). Hannah blocked the rest. And she had no problem outpacing me when I tried to block her. Even when I was in position, she could still get a shot off by out-jumping me. Though I could at least throw off her aim then.

            The game was 5-0 by the time I had shaken off enough of the rust to play half-decently. I managed to throw Hannah off with a pump fake, and the following shot actually made it in.

            "Yes!" I exclaimed before I could stop myself. Was I really that happy to score a single point against a fourth-grader?

            "Nice one!" Hannah agreed as she ran to retrieve the ball. 

            You know what? Yes, I was that happy. I might be performing even worse than I thought I would, but what did I expect? I hadn't played a game since the last time Hannah challenged me, almost 8 months ago. And wasn't I the one that used to scold her for getting upset when far superior opponents beat her?

            Sure, she didn't tower over me like Sam did when I used to play 1-on-1s with her, but I didn't have a weird muscle-wasting condition then either. I knew from the start that my little sister was going to beat me. 

            So the real question was, was I going to treat this as a humiliating ordeal, that I had to endure this once and hope she never wanted to repeat? Or was I going to have fun playing a game I used to enjoy, pride be damned?

            The game didn't turn around after that; Hannah was still better than me in basically every potential metric, but it no longer mattered. I was having a blast. I even got another point before it was over.

            "I did it!" Hannah shouted, as the ball hit the ground after her final basket. "I finally beat you in a game of basketball!" She ran over and lifted me off the ground in a bear hug. "Yes!"

            "Good game", I wheezed, happy that she wasn't squeezing hard enough to keep me from breathing. "Hey, why did you wait so long for a rematch? You could have beaten me basically anytime since our last game."

            "Well, I kept hoping you would start exercising again, so I could beat you at your best. And by the time Dr. Feldspar told us you wouldn't be able to get your muscle back, I was pretty sure you wouldn't even make it through a game. No offense."

            "None taken. After all, that would still be true if you hadn't pushed me back into working out."

            "That's one of the reasons I was so gung ho about it. But don't sell yourself short: you made all that progress. I just gave you some motivation."

            "Thanks."

            "Anyway, I decided that I would wait until I hit your height, since last time we played was the halfway point."

            "Well, if it makes you feel better, even in my prime a year ago, I wasn't as good as you were today."

            "Thank you. That really means a lot to me." We stood there, smiling at each other, for a few more seconds.

            "Um. You can put me down now."

            "Hmmm, I dunno. Is that really what you want?" Hannah grinned as I felt my face start to turn red.

            "Please. It's kinda cold out here."

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            It was time for the family Christmas party. My Mom had spent the past week stealthily calling various relatives to explain my condition, so I wouldn't be swarmed with questions. I caught on, of course. I still appreciated the effort, but I expected a lot of attention anyway. She also failed to mention Hannah's transformation, so you can imagine the uproar when we arrived.

            Hannah, on the other hand, lapped up everyone's reactions like growing taller was a personal achievement. Adding to this were Aunt Pam and her three kids. Mom hadn't talked to them beforehand, probably assuming that they wouldn't be able to make it, like last year.

            "Oh my God, Hannah! You're so big!" Grace exclaimed, running around her cousin like she was a strange creature in a petting zoo. "You're as big as Nate!"

            "Not exactly", Hannah corrected the rambunctious 1st grader. "I might only be as tall as Nate, but I'm definitely bigger than him." She flexed, causing her body to swell to an even more imposing size.

            "Wow! I wish I was bigger than my brother. I bet Nate doesn't boss you around like Evan does to me."

            "Keep dreaming, sis", the aforementioned eight-year-old responded. Though he didn't look as confident as he sounded, especially as he got closer to Hannah.

            No surprise there. All three of our cousins were tall, like most of our family, but my sister was in a league of her own. The last time they saw each other, two Christmases ago, Evan came up to Hannah's mouth. Now the top of his head barely cleared her shoulder.

            "Yeah, it turns out Nate and Hannah are a special case." That would be Michelle, the oldest of the three. A similar but opposite comparison appeared as she walked up beside me. The now seventh-grader had gone from an inch shorter than me, to a full head taller. "Isn't that right, little guy?" I nodded.

            "I have a weird hormone thing that caused my growth plates to close early. The doctors still don't know why. They also don't know why Hannah is growing so fast, but nobody's worried as long as she stays healthy."

            "Also, 'little guy'? How long have you been waiting to use that?"

            "Two years", she replied with a grin. "I had just outgrown all the boys at my elementary school, including the sixth graders. Then we got to the Christmas party, and you were still an inch taller than me. I was so bummed. Too bad we couldn't make it last year."

            "Well, you do live on the other side of the country." Teasing aside, it was always nice to have the three of them with us. Having relatives who weren't adults at the party made it much less boring. Though I probably wouldn't have enjoyed it last year. Michelle would have already outgrown me, and I hadn't had enough time to accept my fate as a shorty then. Thankfully, I could just laugh it off now.

            Gift-giving commenced shortly thereafter. Being stuck at 4'10" actually turned out to be a positive this year. I guess everybody decided that I didn't need as many clothes since I wouldn't outgrow the ones I already had. So, I got some actual presents this time.

            Uncle Ben got me the new Spider-Man game, and Aunt Pam's present was a motion sensor that you could stick next to a door and it would play the Star Trek "woosh" noise every time the door opened. That was going in my room the moment we got home.

            I did still have to listen to everyone gush over Hannah, with the added bonus of comments about Michelle's progress through puberty. This didn't annoy me like last year. It was worse than that. It aroused me instead. I guess I'm 0 for 2 when it comes to rapidly growing female relatives.

            This was only made worse that evening when it was decided that we would drive into town to look at the Christmas lights. Since Aunt Pam and the cousins had flown in, we had to do some work to find seats for everyone. Dad volunteered to take the kids, while Mom joined Aunt Pam in another vehicle. That still left us one spot short.

            I tried to call Shotgun, but Michelle got to the car first.

            "Sorry, little guy. I need the legroom." It was hard to argue with that. At 5'6", she was already adult-sized. 

            I resigned myself to squeezing in the back. But once I turned to look, all the seats were taken. Hannah was sitting behind Michelle, with Grace in the middle and Evan on the far side. I decided to cram myself next to Evan; the middle seat was barely big enough for one, and Evan was way smaller than my sister. But when I started to walk around, Hannah called out to me.

            "Hey, Nate. Since we have too many people, you can sit on my lap." I stared at her in disbelief.

            "What? If someone's gonna sit on a lap, shouldn't it be Grace?"

            "We need her in the middle. Besides, they're our guests, so we need to make them comfortable first. C'mon! We're gonna get left behind."

            I didn't think host etiquette applied to cars, not that it mattered. Hannah was grinning, but I could see the determination in her eyes. I wasn't getting out of this one. I sighed and climbed in to a chorus of giggles.

            "There", Hannah said, as she pulled the seatbelt over the two of us. "See? It isn't too bad. Unless you'd rather I sit on your lap?"

            "No thanks", I replied firmly, earning more giggles. Even setting aside the fact that Hannah weighed a good twenty pounds more than me, there was no way I would let her sit on my lap. I could already feel my dick starting to rise from having her strong body pressed against mine. The last thing I needed was for her to sit right on it.

            We drove around for about 45 minutes. There was quite a spread of lights to "Oooooh" and "Ahhhh" over, from the gaudy, to the subtle, to the surprisingly beautiful. I think, anyway. I only remember bits of it. 

            I was too busy being distracted by my seatmate. The warmth of her body. The feel of her muscular arms wrapped around my waist. How surprisingly comfortable it was on her lap. How different my view was propped several inches above the seat by her massive thighs. Let's just say I spent most of the time fighting very unbrotherly thoughts and feelings.

            Eventually, we stopped at the town square. Giving everyone a chance to stretch their legs around the big tree in the center. Grampa ran to a nearby store and returned with hot chocolate for everyone. Then we had to squeeze back in and drive back.

            "I'll need to grow some more before we try this again", Hannah commented. I turned to look at her over my shoulder.

            "Don't tell me that I'm too heavy for you", I teased.

            "Not even close", she shot back, with a grin. "I just don't like having your head so much higher than mine."

            "Haha, of course it is; I'm sitting on top of your thighs. That's a 5 or 6-inch boost. And you'd have to grow at least twice that much since longer legs won't help here. I have no idea how tall you'd have to be to look down at me while I was on your lap."

            "Six-foot-four, assuming I don't slack on my leg workouts", Hannah replied instantly. "What? Jess and I worked it out once."

            "Why am I not surprised? I guess it'll be a while."

            "A few years, but don't worry, I'll get there." And you know what? I didn't even consider doubting her.

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            All too soon, school was back in session. At least this semester looked significantly less exciting than the last one. It wouldn't be void of basketball, however. Hannah and I had been playing whenever it was warm enough. I was surprised by how much fun I was having. I couldn't remember the last time I was actually excited to play, but now I looked forward to every game.

            Sure, I lost them all, but I still had fun. And now, with the rust gone, I could score 3 or 4 times before Hannah got to 10. Sadly, I could only use basketball to get out of my aerobics when we didn't have school. Otherwise, Hannah wouldn't have time to do her workout in the morning. She had been getting her cardio rollerblading to and from school for months, so time in the basement was fully dedicated to lifting.

            Her basketball skills really were amazing. She was going to be a terror when she finally got to play on a team. And basketball wasn't the only sport she excelled at.

            "Nate, can you go down to the lot and get your sister? Dinner will be ready in 5."

            "OK", I replied. I needed a break anyway. Studying for midterms was a real chore.

            I walked down the street until I could see the lot clearly. It looked like football was back, in spite of the cold weather. Hannah's team had the ball and was about to begin a play. I was suddenly hit with deja vu. It might be a little mean, but I couldn't resist the urge to wait until the quarterback yelled "Hike!" before calling out to Hannah.

            "Hannah! Dinner!"

            Once again, my sister looked over to me, and once again, Jeremy immediately tried to take advantage of the distraction. He stopped pushing against her, causing Hannah to lean forward until she lost her balance. Then he rushed back in, trying to knock her down.

            But things were different this time. Hannah was almost a head taller than Jeremy now and probably outweighed him by a couple dozen pounds. When he crashed into her, she barely moved. In fact, he was the one that almost fell over, as he rebounded off her solid body. Thankfully, Hannah reacted quickly, grabbing his arm.

            "Careful", she said, grinning down at him. "Don't hurt yourself." Then she picked him up by his armpits, took a single step forward and then one to the right. As if on cue, one of her teammates ran through the gap, carrying the ball to the end zone.

            "That's game!" Hannah's team cheered, while Jeremy's side groaned.

            "Dammit, Jeremy!" Cindy exclaimed, turning on her teammate. "I knew letting you guard Hannah was a mistake."

            "Like you were doing any better", Jeremy shot back. "The score wouldn't be 5 to 1 if you hadn't let her sack our QB so many times."

            As the two got in each other's faces, I did a double take. Cindy and Jeremy had both been around 4'4" during Hannah's birthday party. Now Cindy was clearly taller. She had to be about 4'7". I guess she was about the right age for puberty to kick in, but 3 inches in 4 months still seemed extreme.

            "At least, she didn't pick me up like I was a little kid."

            "Oh? Are you implying she couldn't have? Don't let her hear you say that."

            "C'mon, guys", Hannah interrupted, "no fighting between my friends."

            "Whatever, Mom", the two shot back in unison. But the argument dissolved into laughter regardless.

            Eventually, the group broke up, and Hannah and I started home.

            "Wow, it seems like you're running over everyone in those games now."

            "Yeah, I'm just so much bigger than the other kids." Hannah's reply started out cheerful, but by the end, her tone had shifted.

            "Something wrong?"

            "I dunno. I like winning, of course, but lately it's been too easy. I guess I just miss when winning was a challenge."

            "It's lonely at the top, huh?"

            "Haha. But seriously, I think I need to find some older kids to play against."

            "That might be difficult around here. It usually took a special occasion, like my birthday, to get enough kids my age for a game."

             "I guess I'll just have to play with high schoolers then."

            "That would be quite the challenge!"

            "Yeah." This time, Hannah's tone was eager.

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            As January continued, I noticed the other students had left me behind. I was officially short for an 8th-grader, even compared to just the guys. Even Tim was starting to get close. He was only 2 inches shorter than me now. The 7th graders were growing too. The tallest boys had reached my height, and at least half of the girls were taller than me.

            Kerry had been keeping her distance. Aside from the occasional grimace when our eyes would happen to meet, she seemed content to ignore me like I was any other little nerd. The distance between Sam and I remained unchanged, though I did have to watch her get picked up by her new boyfriend one day while waiting for the bus.

            Thankfully, my other friendships stayed solid. I had the geek squad over to my house for the first time, which was a hoot. In addition to Tim, there was Alice, Lisa, Carl, and Frank.

            Carl was a chubby guy about my height and an absolute beast in Halo multi-player. Frank was one of the few guys who had been around my height before I stopped growing, so he currently stood 5'3". But he was a classic beanpole, meaning he was the only kid taller than Brad that Brad bullied in elementary school.

            Watching the two of them meet my sister was the highlight of the visit. Carl was amazed that a nine-year-old was as tall as him, while Frank stumbled his way through complimenting her muscles. The inevitable basketball game between her, Alice, and Lisa was great too.

            This month also saw Alice and Tim finally stop tip-toeing around each other and admit their feelings.

            "A-and then she just leaned down and k-kissed me! I still can't believe it."

            "Well believe it, man. I think she's had a thing for you for a while."

            "But, why me? She's so p-pretty and tall, and she gets along with everyone. While I'm just a short, s-shy, wimpy nerd. I guess I've been her friend for years, but a bunch of guys can say that."

            "Maybe she just likes short guys", I said, shrugging. "But don't be so down on yourself, Tim. You're a great friend, you're fun to hang out with, and you've got killer smash-bros skills."

            "Oh, yeah. The one thing all girls want in a boyfriend: an addiction to a 25-year-old game."

            "Haha. Look, if it really bothers you, just ask her. Don't convince yourself that you're not good enough when she's right there showing you that you are."

            "O-OK, I'll try."

            Maybe it was time for me to make a change as well. I needed to stop pining after Sam. She had clearly moved on, and I should too. Not that I had romantic partners lined up waiting for me to become available. It's just that continuing on the way I did last semester wouldn't be healthy.

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            Before I knew it, February had arrived. And with it, an event that had been coming for a long time.

            The morning started off normal enough. I exercised with Hannah, took a shower, ate breakfast, and got ready for school. Same old, same old for me. Something did seem a little off with Hannah. She looked my way more than usual, and it was always with an expectant smile on her face. Like she knew something I didn't and was waiting for me to notice.

            However, it had been a long week, and I was too tired to solve a puzzle before school. So I just ignored it. If it was something important, she would tell me eventually.

            I had just walked over to the front door to grab my shoes, when I heard her walk up behind me.

            "Hey, little bro, I need a favor."

            "OK, first of all. Ease up on the 'little brother' title. You're not taller than me yet." I turned around, but where I expected to see Hannah's eyes, I instead found her nose. Huh? No wait, not falling for that again. "And didn't Mom tell you not to wear your rollerblades indoors?" Hannah giggled.

            "It's been a while since you looked this tall to me with my rollerblades on." Wait, she's right... But then...? My eyes snapped down, to see her bare feet opposite mine. I slowly moved them up again, until I was looking up into her eyes.

            "I... You'r..." Blood rushed to my crotch, my dick responding faster than my brain.

            "So anyway, that favor. You know how I've been rollerblading to and from school?" I nodded, mutely. "Well, it doesn't feel like a workout anymore. I need a way to make it more difficult. That's where you come in. I want to give you a piggyback ride all the way home from school."

            I needed to refuse. Just the thought of her carrying 70 lbs for almost two miles was enough to make my erection painfully hard. If I was on her back that entire time, my penis rubbing up and down with every bump, I wouldn't make it.

            "You're probably wondering", Hannah continued, as she crouched down to put on her rollerblades, "why I didn't just ask Jess. Well, I did, on Monday. She wouldn't have forgiven me if I went to you first. But she couldn't handle it. She almost fainted on the way home."

            "It was kinda hilarious, but I would feel bad subjecting her to that every day. She doesn't weigh as much as you anyway." I finally found my voice.

            "Hannah, I don't th..."

            She stood up suddenly, cutting me off. But she didn't rise to her full height right away. Instead, she paused when our eyes were at the same level. Then, with a smirk, she slowly straightened her legs.

            I stared as her eyes rose above mine, followed by her nose, then her mouth. I was looking straight into her chin, but incredibly, that too climbed up, until she was finally upright, leaving me gazing at her neck.

            "That's better. Hey, I can see right over your head now. Cool! So, I'll pick you up outside the main entrance. Thanks, little bro."

            And she was gone before I could protest further. I stood there, overwhelmed, for a few more seconds, before I realized what time it was. Then I had to scramble to get my shoes on and make it to the bus stop.

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            I tried to prepare myself during school. During lunch, I jerked off in the men's room so, hopefully, my dick would still be worn out by the time I had to meet Hannah. But eventually, the final bell rang, and I had to face the music.

            I paused once I got to the front exit, and peeked out to survey the situation. I immediately spotted my sister, standing on the sidewalk just to the right of the buses currently filling with students. She was pretty hard to miss, not only due to her rather unique physique, but also because of her height.

            With the 3-inch boost from her rollerblades, she was taller than all of the 7th-grade boys, most of the 7th-grade girls and 8th-grade boys, and even a fair number of the 8th-grade girls. In fact, a group of guys walked past her while I watched, and not a single one of them was tall enough to reach her nose. Despite them all being at least 3 years older than her.

            Obviously, I wasn't the only one that noticed her. She was getting looks from most of the passing middle schoolers. Hannah ate up the attention with a grin, radiating supreme confidence.

            Suddenly, someone gave out a startled yelp. From my vantage point, I was easily able to identify the source: Brad. He was standing about 30 feet away from Hannah, one arm pointing towards her, his eyes wide. Hannah turned toward the noise, and her grin widened. She waved to Brad. His face paled, and he let out a second, higher-pitched yelp, before making a mad dash toward the nearest bus.

            Amusement at Brad's expense aside, I realized there was a problem. If I met up with her now, half the school would get to see me dwarfed by my nine-year-old sister. And then carried off on her back, like a little kid. On the other hand, the longer I waited, the bigger the chance of some of my friends seeing her and staying to talk.

            But I didn't get any time to ponder the dilemma, as Hannah started waving in my direction. She had spotted me lurking by the doors. And, of course, the students watching her turned to see who she was waving to. I lowered my head and shuffled out to meet her, my face burning with embarrassment.

            "Hey, little bro!" Hannah said with a smirk. "I was starting to wonder where you were. Ready to go?" I nodded, meekly. At this point, rather than try to argue my way out of this, I just wanted to get away from all the prying eyes as soon as possible. Hannah turned so her back was facing me and crouched down.

            "Alright, hop on!" I took a second, now that Hannah wasn't looking at me, to adjust myself, trying to position my dick so it wouldn't be sandwiched between my stomach and her back. Then I reluctantly climbed on, wrapping my legs around her waist.

            She stood up, to the giggles of several onlookers. But before heading out, she grabbed the bottom of my thighs. I gasped as her touch sent a bolt of electricity up my spine. She jostled me gently up and down and side to side, like she was trying to find the most comfortable position to carry me in. She only stopped once my already-erect cock slid into the worst possible orientation.

            "Hold on tight", she ordered, only removing her hands once I clenched my legs, locking myself in place. Then we shot off towards home.

            Holy crap! I clung to Hannah's back as she hurtled across the pavement, her arms and legs pistoning like a well-oiled machine. Her breathing was deep and even, like she was pacing herself instead of sprinting down the street. Like carrying a teenager on her back was no big deal.

            With each stride, my dick rubbed against her back, providing constant, relentless stimulation. Every bump and crack in our path caused random jolts of motion, only adding to my torture. Soon, I was on the edge of a thunderous climax. My mind was overwhelmed by anxiety from the rollercoaster-like ride itself, as we barreled through crosswalks and swerved around pedestrians, and terror that I would explode all over my sister's back.

            Minute after minute passed as I desperately held off an orgasm. Finally, I saw relief approaching. The route from school was mostly flat, but just before our neighborhood was a steep uphill slope. Hannah would have to slow down there. She might even stop, let me down, and walk to the top.

            We reached the bottom of the hill, but Hannah didn't stop. She grimaced and tensed her core; her abs and obliques pushing against my legs. And up we went.

            Hannah finally started to show the strain from what she was putting herself through. Her breathing became ragged, her face turned red. But she refused to stop, or even slow down. We hurtled up the hill, like my sister was eager to prove that not even gravity was a match for her strength.

            Hannah's body trembled, sweat pouring off her despite the cold air. Just when I thought she had finally reached her limit, we crested the hill. A minute or two later, we were turning onto our street, and then we were home.

            I slid off Hannah's back, my legs shaking almost as much as hers. My penis throbbed, but somehow I had held it in. I desperately needed relief, but concern for my sister held me back. Hannah was huffing and puffing, bent over with her hands on her knees.

            "Are you OK? That was insane! You shouldn't push yourself like that!" Hannah immediately straightened up, plastering a smile on her face and slowing her breathing.

            "I don't know what you're, hah, talking about. That was nothing. See," she slapped her thigh, "all that way and I'm barely pumped at all." This was a lie. Her leggings (the only concession she made to the fact that it was still winter) had been tight before. Now they looked painted on, barely containing her swollen legs.

            "I could go straight into a leg workout, no problem." To demonstrate, she dropped into a squat right there. But it was too much. As she started to rise, there was a loud tearing sound, her thighs finally outgrowing the overtaxed fabric.

            "Well, OK", she admitted, her grin widening. "Maybe I pushed myself a little."

            That was the last straw. My body shook as I orgasmed. I came, and came, and came. Hannah didn't say anything, just smiling down at me as I blushed, stuttered unintelligibly, and ran inside.

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            I had never been more embarrassed in my life. Hannah made me climax in front of her. And her expression wasn't confused or disgusted, it was proud. Like she had been aiming for that exact result. But I don't know why she would do that. And I couldn't ask her about it, so I had to stew in impotent confusion.

            Hannah didn't mention my accident, but she didn't let up either. Every schoolday since then has ended with her carrying me home. She stands next to me every chance she gets, so she can look down into my eyes. And she acts like she knows exactly what she's doing. I haven't busted a nut to her since, but I'm suffering from near-constant blue balls.

            You'd think that, at least, would be easy to solve. Just pull up some porn and let loose. And I did, when I could. But I couldn't always drop whatever I was doing and find some privacy to bust one out.

            Today Hannah was especially ruthless. It was Valentine's Day, and she had been shamelessly flirting with Jess since we got back from school. And every so often, she would glance my way with a smug expression, as if she was saying: "I know you're enjoying this too".

            No need to tone it down around the parents either. They had gone straight from work to their own date. Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore and made a tactical withdrawal (fled) to my room.

            But there would be no escape tonight. I had just cleared my mind of images of my sister and started to stroke it to some smutty femdom when there was a loud knock on my door. I had just enough time to close the video and pull up my pants before Hannah pushed the door open.

            "Hey Nate", she said, then paused. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

            "No! Um, no. Just hanging out. What's up?"

            "Oh, I just wanted to let you know that Jess and I are headed to my room. I'm going to give her her Valentine's present. It'll probably take a while. So that's where we'll be if you need help", she glanced right at my crotch, "with anything."

            "I'll, uh, keep that in mind. Um, have fun?" Hannah's smile widened.

            "Oh, we will. Later, little bro." Then she walked out, not even bothering to close the door behind her.

            I sighed and got up. Just as I was about to shut the door myself, I noticed a sliver of light in the hallway. I felt a surge of deja vu. The door to Hannah's room was ajar, just like last year. To my embarrassment, I felt my dick return to full mast. With a conscious effort, I turned around and shut myself in my room.

            I tried to return to my porn, but as it was getting good, I heard a moan loud enough to penetrate into my room and through my headphones. Nothing happening in the video could account for it. It had to be Jess. Upon that realization, memories from last Valentine's flashed through my mind. I shuddered.

            Maybe I should do something else. But I was so hard! I tried to return to the video, but it was no use. Even once the amazon in the video started to have sex, her cries mixed with Jess' instead of covering them up. I couldn't keep thoughts of Hannah and Jess out of my mind.

            Eventually, I gave up. I put some white noise on and got into bed, my erection tenting the covers. I lay staring at the ceiling until sleep finally took me.

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            "I'll prove you all wrong. I'm gonna be taller than Nate. I'm gonna be taller than everybody!" I watched as my eight-year-old sister exited Dr. Feldspar's office and slammed the door. If only she knew how quickly she would be proven right.

            I closed my eyes, picturing my little sister looking down at me. Just a year and a half and things were so different...

            My eyes opened to see Jess standing in front of me. She was swinging that coin again, like the first time she hypnotized me. Her gaze was locked on mine; her voice soft but somehow authoritative.

            "You are feeling very tiny." Huh? Something was off. "You are shrinking down into a state of complete miniaturization. With each swing of the pendulum, you feel your strength fade away. I am going to count down from 10. With each number, you will sink to a new level of smallness. Four-foot-"

10

            "With each number, you will draw closer and closer to the floor. Becoming less and less athletic. Feeling more and more petite. Four-foot-"

9

            I felt a strange tugging sensation, like there was a point deep in my gut and every part of my body was being pulled towards it. My eyes widened as the room seemed to expand around me. As Jess continued counting down, I felt my heart rate rise. What's going on? How is this possible?

            "So very tiny. So very weak. Your height drops ever lower. Four-foot-"

6

            The sleeves of my sweater had passed my palms and were beginning to swallow my fingers. I was starting to get scared. Or was I excited? Imagine how much Hannah would tower over me now. Wait! Why was she the first girl I thought of?

            "With each inch you shrink, your strength fades. With each number, your size reduces. So tiny... So insignificant... Four-foot-"

2

            I gasped as my feet lost contact with the floor, my legs no longer able to reach that far down. I had to stop this. I hopped off Hannah's bed and stood up in front of Jess.

            "Jess wait! I don't wa..." I lost my ability to speak. At some point, Jess had ceased to be the 10-year-old that first hypnotized me, instead becoming the 11-year-old she is today. Meaning I was looking up slightly to meet her eyes. The slim, petite girl I had always towered over, was now taller than me. My dick surged.

            "You feel your body contracting", Jess continued, a slight smile the only acknowledgment of our reversal. "Your height slipping away. Four-foot-"

1

            All thoughts of resistance were replaced by an urgent need to flee as Jess' eyes climbed higher. I ran for the door as fast as I could with one hand holding up my pants. I grabbed the doorknob but my grip slipped, my sleeves now completely covering my hands. I pulled my sweater off and managed to open the door and escape into the hallway. But Jess' voice followed me.

            "Four-foot-"

0

            I tripped over the cuffs of my pants. I left them on the floor and made a mad dash towards my room. If I could just get away from her voice, maybe I would stop shrinking. I tore into my room and pushed the door shut...

            "I can't get aroused, OK?!" Sam exclaimed. "Not when you're so much shorter and weaker than me."

            I spun around to see Sam standing topless in the middle of her room, her 5'7" frame towering over me. I stepped timidly towards her. I should explain. I needed to explain the situation to her.

            "No, Sam. You don't understand. Jess shrunk me somehow. I'm not supposed to be this short!"

            "I mean, look at us. You look so small from up here", Sam continued, ignoring me. "Are we really the same age? It's like I'm dating a little kid."

            The closer I got to her, the smaller I felt, and the harder my dick became. My eyes were level with the top of her abs. My head didn't even reach the bottom of her breasts. Suddenly, I felt the tugging sensation return. But I wasn't the only one changing. 

            As I shrank, Sam grew and matured. Her muscles hardening, her breasts swelling, her legs lengthening, until she looked like she did on the last day of Nationals. I was looking straight at her belly button. And then Tony stepped into my view. Sam turned and smiled up at him. They kissed. She looked back down at me.

            "That's what kissing my boyfriend should look like. Maybe you can find someone more fitting too, like a 4th grader."

            I felt tears begin to form as Tony sniggered above me. I shut my eyes and spun around. I started stumbling in the opposite direction, feeling myself shrinking again...

            I collided with a firm, warm surface. I opened my eyes to see another belly button.

            "I dunno, I kinda like how small you are."

            I looked up to see Alice smiling down at me. Thankfully, she was the 5'6" Alice I was familiar with, not the 5'0" one from the basketball team tryouts. Even so, I must have shrunk quite a bit more. I was probably close to 3'6", about the same height as Grace, my 6-year-old cousin. Even little Rosie would tower over me now.

            "But, you know what I would like even better? If you got even smaller."

            I immediately felt the shrinking sensation return, but stronger than before. Alice looked taller and taller with each passing second. When it stopped, I was facing her wide hips stretching a pair of athletic shorts.

            "Alice, please", I pleaded. "I don't want to get any smaller."

            "Really? One part of you seems to be enjoying it." I followed her gaze to my twitching erection. My t-shirt was more than long enough now to cover it; in fact, the bottom was below my knees. But my cock still made its presence known, pushing the fabric away from my waist.

            In fact, it seemed to be shrinking slower than the rest of my body. From my perspective, it was longer and harder than it had ever been. My arousal suddenly swelled to match, becoming a throbbing need. Maybe stopping my shrinking could wait until after I found a place to relieve myself...

            "Wow, put that away, little guy. Aren't you embarrassed to be pitching a tent in front of your cousin?" I looked up. Michelle had taken Alice's place in front of me. She stood, hands on her hips, leaning over to look down at me. Her disapproval was a bit ruined by the grin on her face.

            "It's hard to believe that you were taller than me just a couple of years ago. Now you're like half my size. Oops, less than half, I guess."

            I was shrinking again. I watched as Michelle rose higher until her thigh filled my vision. Her leg was a cloth-covered pillar, wider than my shoulders. I gasped as my arousal intensified again, my swollen cock-head nearly reaching my sternum.

            "Did you just get even harder? You're such a perv! Sorry, little guy. No matter how cute you look right now, relatives are off-limits." I knew that, dammit.

            I glanced around. Thankfully, my grandparents' house seemed empty except for the two of us. I dashed down the hallway, Michelle's laughter echoing behind me. I needed to orgasm; otherwise, I might go crazy. This door should lead to the bathroom...

            "I told you that I would get big enough to give you a piggyback ride!"

            I somehow found myself back in Sam's house, except this time I was so small that even the 5-year-old in front of me dwarfed me with ease. In fact, Taylor seemed as big compared to me, as I had been to her the last time we saw each other.

            "I don't think that's a good idea right now."

            "Nuh-uh. I'm the big kid now. That means I'm in charge." Taylor turned around and squatted down. "C'mon! It'll be fun!"

            That's what worried me. But it didn't look like I had a choice. I climbed onto her back, and she stood up. Taylor immediately began running back and forth, giggling excitedly. I struggled just to hang on, and that task only became more difficult as I began to shrink yet again. Oh, God. How small could I get? I was already the size of an infant.

            "Taylor, slow down! I can't hang on!" The hyperactive kindergartner ignored me. My legs were too short to wrap all the way around her waist. Suddenly, they slipped off entirely, and I found myself hanging by my arms around her neck. There was no way I could support my weight like that for long, even if I wasn't being flung every which way. I felt my grip weakening.

            "Taylor!" I screamed one last time. My hands parted. I was swallowed by my t-shirt as I dropped off her back. Darkness enveloped me...

            "You're so small!"

            I opened my eyes and nearly passed out from shock. Right above me was Marcia's face, but much too big to be real. I felt the ground shift slightly beneath me, and suddenly realized that I was lying naked in her hand. I couldn't be more than 6 inches tall! My feet were at her wrist but my head didn't even reach the tips of her fingers.

            "I guess you really were a boy in disguise. Although at this point, you might as well be a mouse." I curled up into a ball, my whole body shaking. Faced with someone so unbelievably huge, fear was the only possible emotion.

            "Aww, don't be scared, Mouse. I won't hurt you. Although, you should probably put that away, I do have a boyfriend, you know."

            I had forgotten about my erection, but it hadn't gone away. On the contrary, it was even larger than before, despite my fear. But just as arousal pushed to the front of my mind, flesh-colored pillars surrounded me. I found myself cupped in a pair of hands slightly larger than Marcia's.

            "Hey! What's the big idea?"

            "Now, now, Marcia", said a second voice. Brenda! "You've had your fun, but this little pet doesn't belong to you. It's time I returned him to his owner."

            I felt fear consume me again. And it only worsened as I began to get even smaller. I felt Brenda's palm expand beneath me until I wouldn't reach the edges, even if I could manage to stretch out from the fetal position. Eventually, I was dumped roughly onto the floor. I blinked, momentarily blinded by the light.

*SLAM*

            I jumped to my feet as a shoe the size of a sedan landed next to me. Just the part of the sole under the toebox was large enough to crush my entire body. I looked upwards in terror, past a stiletto heel twice my height, up toned legs the size of office buildings, to a naked, dripping pussy. Even higher hung an immense pair of breasts, barely contained in a bra with cups larger than a house. Finally, above even them, was Kerry's aroused, billboard-sized face.

            She was a living skyscraper, more than 150 feet tall from my perspective. Her self-proclaimed title of goddess no longer seemed like conceited hyperbole. Now it was the only label that seemed appropriate.

            "Well, well, look who it is. The little mouse that thought he could defy me." Even Kerry's voice radiated power, sounding more like a loudspeaker at a rock concert than a human voice. "No, you're too small and pathetic to be a mouse. You're just an insect, and I'm going to squash you like one."

            Her foot lifted off the ground and moved to hover over my head. This isn't happening! This can't be happ... Shit! I leapt to the side just in time. The shoe slammed into the floor again, creating tremors powerful enough to knock me off my feet. I got back up and tried to flee, but it was hard to run with my dick so painfully erect.

            I managed to dodge another stomp, and another. Meanwhile, drops of Kerry's juices the size of water balloons fell from the sky. She moaned, the sound deafening.

            "Why are you running? Nothing in your insignificant life will be as important as this. You should be grateful that you get to die for my pleasure." She took aim at me again.

            Suddenly, I slipped. I had been so focused on watching her shoe that I hadn't noticed the puddle until I landed in it face-first. Kerry's laughter rolled like thunder as I tried to rise, covered in her slimy cum. But I fell again. I rolled over just in time to see the sole rushing towards me. I screamed, throwing up my arms and squeezing my eyes shut...

            But the end never came. I opened my eyes and sat up. Kerry was gone, along with the football-stadium-sized classroom. I sighed in relief, but then I realized that I wasn't sitting on a cold floor anymore. The ground was warm and soft. And flesh-colored?

            I jumped to my feet. Who was I on? What were they going to do to me? How small was I now? Looking around, I saw what must be the edge of a piece of clothing, a dozen or more feet to my left. And the same thing off to my right. I was standing on someone's stomach, and I couldn't have been more than an inch tall.

            "Hey, look who finally showed up. Welcome home, little bro."

            Hannah! For a moment, I was overjoyed. But then I saw her hand coming towards me, and I was in panic mode again. It was just too big. She could crush me with a single finger. I crouched down, raising my arms around my head.

            "Oh, Nate. It's alright. I would never hurt you." I felt her fingertip gently pat the top of my head. I slowly lowered my arms and looked up. Hannah's giant face was smiling down at me. "That's better. You're safe with me."

            I finally relaxed, sitting down as my strength left me. Hannah lowered her finger until the tip rested gently on my lap. Just the first segment was longer than my legs and wider than my torso. I leaned in and hugged her fingertip, feeling her warmth on my face. Hannah's giggles echoed above me.

            Hannah slowly pushed me over, until I was lying on my back. Then she began to rub her fingertip up and down my body, up and down my cock. I gasped as my dick surged even longer, the tip nearly reaching my chin. I could barely think straight. If this kept up, I would cum in seconds.

            "Hannah..." I moaned.

            "Shhh. It's OK, little bro. I said I would help you with anything." I had been hard for so long. I couldn't resist her. I... didn't want to resist her.

            "Now cum, Nate. Cum for your big sister." And I did.

            I spasmed, my back arching. My dick was a fountain, a geyser, a semen volcanic eruption. My orgasm seemed to go on for hours. Finally, I collapsed, and the world faded away.

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            I sat up with a start. I was in my bed, my normal-sized bed. It had all been a dream. I felt a shiver race through my body. And then, I felt something else. I threw back the covers to reveal an absolute mess. In my sleep, I had cum so hard that I was sticky from my belly button to halfway down my thighs.

            It had been a dream, mostly.